by Dakota Dawn
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she felt his cock slide in deeper. She writhed and moaned in delight. “Oh man, you feel so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Never. Your little pussy is squeezing me so sweetly I never want to leave your hot, wet body.” Pistoning his hips, he groaned in pleasure.
Blood pounding in her clit, she begged, “Harder.”
“Not yet, sweetie. I want this taste of heaven to last.” Sliding his hands under her back, he bowed her, making her breasts thrust forward for his pleasure.
More of her cream slicked her passage when he licked and nipped at her nipples until they hardened for him. Taking a turgid peak into his mouth, he suckled at it. Fire shot to her clit. Hunching her hips hard, she tried to find relief from the firestorm that built to a raging inferno. Mewling loudly, she sought her climax.
“Oh, no you don’t. Not yet.” The rumble of his voice startled her.
She cried out when he pulled his cock from her body. Feeling empty, she begged, “Please, I was so close.”
“Not yet, I want you to remember this as strongly as I’m going to.” He stroked the sides of her body as his eyes devoured her.
The AC turned on. She sighed as the cool air caressed her hot flesh. The pressure of his stroking hands increased. A moan escaped her mouth when he circled her breasts then slowly made his way to her aching peaks. He rolled and pinched her nipples until she thought she’d go crazy. He was so damn good with his hands.
She scooted down a little and moaned when her pussy brushed his cockhead. Reaching down, she wrapped her hand around his hard rod. It was hot and ready to finish the job. All she had to do was talk Trent into it. “You know your thick dick wants back inside me. Let it have its way.”
“Don’t talk. I don’t want to finish this yet.” He shifted so his cock no longer touched her pussy.
The muscle in his cheek started twitching. Trent was on the ragged edge, and she knew it. “Come on, look at your strong cock. The blood is pulsing through it. I bet your balls are starting to hurt. They need relief.”
A look of pure lust crossed his face. “You shouldn’t play with fire, little one. Turn over and get on your knees, now.”
“Yes, sir.” Rain quickly did as he commanded.
“Spread your legs wider. Show me your pretty pussy.”
Oh yeah, she thought as she spread her thighs wide for him. He was going to give it to her now. Hot loving. Her body trembled when she felt his hands smooth across her feet and up to her calves. He stopped there and massaged her muscles.
“I love your curvy legs.” Moving at the pace of a snail, he inched his hands up her thighs then started massaging them until her muscles quivered.
He shifted, and she jumped when he ran his tongue along her pink slit. She groaned when his hands tightened on her hips and his tongue plunged into her pussy. The whiskers on his chin rubbed her clit deliciously. “Damn, that feels good. Please don’t stop.”
He growled in response, and the vibration almost pushed her over the edge. Her arms gave out. Resting her head on the bed, she cried out when he brought his mouth to her clitoris and sucked it. Almost there, almost there. Just before she shot to the stars, he released her little pearl and swirled around it over and over again. In no time at all she was panting. “Please, please.”
His lips moved against her nubbin. “Since you begged so prettily, I’ll grant you your wish.”
A small kiss was placed on her clit just before he pressed his large cockhead at her quivering entrance and drove into her. Bliss rocked her world as he stretched her sensitive walls and stroked her just right. As she pushed back, she arched her spine and screamed when his heavy balls slapped her clit. Stars blurred her vision as he continued slamming into her. The slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room.
“You like my big cock stretching your little pussy, don’t you?” He leaned forward and pinched her clit.
Rain screamed as the stars danced before her eyes. Her orgasm shot through every nerve in her body. Trent’s hips kept pumping, dragging out her pleasure.
He tightened his grip on her hips. “So fucking good!”
Her clit was pulsing in time with his quick thrusts. She moaned when he plunged deep one more time then held her hips tightly to his as he cried out in ecstasy. With each spurt of his seed, his cock jumped and rubbed against her cervix. She shuddered in rapture each time. When his body was milked dry, he groaned and rolled them to their sides. His cock never left her body.
A tremble moved down her spine when he kissed her ear. “That was awesome,” she whispered. He was by far the best lover she’d ever had.
* * * *
Trent couldn’t get over how satisfied he was. She had touched him in a way no other woman ever had. “It was beautiful. You are beautiful. I love your tattoos.” His foot stroked her ankle. “Those flowers twining around your ankle and ending on your foot are sexy.” Trailing his finger down her hip, he followed the starry path that led to the butterfly that looked like it was about to land on her clitoris. Leaning down, he licked the butterfly then kissed it. “The blues and pinks of this butterfly are so beautifully done. It looks real. It is very erotic, the way it looks like it’s about to go for the nectar between your lovely thighs.” He kissed it one more time then scooted up the bed and took her arm. Gazing at the tattoo on her forearm, he traced the long eye-lashed, red-lipped monkey that was looking through parted large green leafs. The monkey had a wicked grin, and it had an alligator purse looped through its arm. “This one’s interesting. What’s the deal with it?”
“That one reminds me that things are not always as they seem.”
“How so?” Trent’s finger steadily traced the interesting image.
“The story behind it reminds me to stay alert.” Her voice took on a storytelling flair. “Once upon a time there was a sweet little monkey. She was nice to her neighbors. Always making banana pudding or banana bread, she shared with everyone.” Her voice lowered. “One day while picking some low-hanging bananas, an alligator surged up out of the water and tried to eat her. Trying to make peace with the wild critter, she offered it some bread. It agreed, but when she passed it to him, he tried to eat her again. Knowing she couldn’t live in fear, she asked him to move to a different place. He refused, and she had to take action.” Touching the purse on the tattoo, she continued, “Needless to say she was the cause of his demise. Being a fashionably smart monkey, she made a purse out of his hide.” Locking gazes, she finished, “See, things aren’t always as they seem. The sweet, tiny monkey defeated the large alligator. Just because a situation looks cut and dry doesn’t mean that it is. In this case you’d think the alligator was sure to get a meal, but he didn’t. Sometimes the tables turn and the underdog wins—and in this case gets a purse, to boot.”
“That’s very true, but you didn’t tell how the monkey killed the alligator.”
“I like to believe she went to her makeup-artist friend, and he made her look so viciously scary that all it took was one evil look from her and the alligator died of fright.”
Trent caressed her arm. “I just learned you have a brilliant imagination. One day your kids are going to love you.”
A rumble came from Rain’s stomach.
Trent kissed her shoulder softly. “Let’s go eat. I have a feeling with the chemistry that’s sparking so strongly between us that we are going to need all the energy we can get.” Kissing her lightly on the lips, he smiled down at her then winked wickedly. “I plan on loving you all night long.”
* * * *
A loud moan startled Rain. Stepping out of the bathroom, she peered over at the bed, where Trent was moving restlessly. He must have been having one hell of a dream. How he had the energy to even dream, she didn’t know. They’d made love into the early morning hours. Sunlight touching her face had awakened her at two in the afternoon. Feeling sticky and icky, she got up to shower. She had thought about waking Trent, but he looked so peaceful sleeping she’d lef
t him to his beauty sleep.
He didn’t look peaceful at all now. He looked tormented. Taking a step closer to the bed, she gasped when he suddenly cried out, “Come back. Joelle, don’t go. Damn it, come back. I can’t live without you. Joelle, I need you. Please come back, baby.” Head thrashing, he mumbled something unintelligible then jerked to a sitting position. Putting his head in his trembling hands, he took deep breaths.
Voice trembling, Rain asked, “Are you all right?”
His head snapped up, and he stared at her in confusion for a long moment. “Fine.” Getting up, he slid into his pants.
“Who’s Joelle?” Rain couldn’t stop herself from asking.
His lips tightened into a flat line. “My wife.”
Rain almost doubled over at the intense pain that knifed through her core. Turning, she quickly headed back to the bathroom and finished dressing. Getting out of there was her top priority. No way in hell was she about to come between and man and his wife.
“Not his wife.”
Swiveling her head around, Rain looked to see who was there. Where the hell was that voice coming from? Not having time to worry about it, she hurriedly left the bathroom and exited the suite. She’d heard water running in the second bathroom and had been glad she didn’t have to confront him before she left.
Tears threatening to spill, she blindly made it to her room. Throwing herself on her bed, she tried to get control of her emotions. Hands shaking, she decided she was a fool. Why hadn’t she asked him if he was married before she’d jumped him? Thank goodness he lived so far from her. She never wanted to see him again.
“He’s the one.”
“I don’t know who you are, but he is definitely not the one. Take another look, sister. He’s married. And obviously feeling guilty about his cheating ways.” Rain felt stupid speaking to the room, but it also felt good getting this torment off her chest.
“He’s the one.”
“Good grief. Leave it to me to be haunted by a slow ghost.” Warmth radiated from a touch to her heart. Rain startled and looked nervously around.
“He’s the one.”
Frozen in place, Rain watched as a beautiful blue-and-purple butterfly flew in from the balcony and landed on her chest where the warmth had emitted from. Heat and peace flowed through her. Jaw hanging open, she watched as it circled her then landed on her shoulder. Its large wings fluttered. The breeze carried the words He’s the one to her heart. Heart pounding in fright and awe, Rain stared at the butterfly as it took flight and flew out to the balcony and out of sight. Running outside, she looked around for the butterfly but saw nothing except for people milling around the hotel grounds and the waves lapping at the bay a distance away.
Dropping her body down into a chair on the breezy balcony, she closed her eyes, trying to make sense of what had just happened to her. Crazy, that’s what she was. Grief from making the mistake of letting that big oaf take her heart had to be making her see and hear things. Besides, ghosts were supposed to make a room cold, right? This touch had brought warmth. It was probably just the breeze.
Not wanting to mope the rest of the day away, Rain decided to go see if Lukah, the tattoo artist she had heard was the best around, could create a work of art for her. One with the colors blue and purple for the bruise to her soul. Some red for the pain of losing her heart. And a blue-and-black peace sign that would remind her of the lost peace she’d once known in his presence. No more flings for her. Toys were much safer.
Chapter Five
Rain squealed when she saw Branda standing in the hotel lobby.
Rushing to one another, they hugged each other tightly. Rain winced when Branda patted her on her newly tattooed left shoulder.
“I take it you got another tattoo. Let me see it,” Branda said excitedly.
Wearing a spaghetti-strapped top under an unbuttoned, lightweight, long-sleeved blouse, Rain easily let the shirt slide down her shoulder.
“Oh my. I love it. The artist did a great job.” Calling her fiancé, Troy, over, she pointed at Rain’s tattoo.
“Interesting. The butterfly wings look like they are carrying the heart between them away. The colors are nice, too.” Turning to Branda, he said, “I have to see to some things. I’ll be back in two hours so we can get started.”
“Sounds good. Rain and I are going to be visiting in her room. See you soon.” Branda raised up on her toes and kissed him quickly before letting him go.
Turning back to Rain, Branda looked serious. “Now up to your room. I know there is a story behind that tattoo, and I want to hear it.”
Knowing she couldn’t get out of this one, Rain trudged to the elevator.
The second they got into the room, Branda demanded, “Take your shirt off. I know it has got to be rubbing your tattoo painfully.”
Rain did, thankfully.
Not one to let things go, Branda went over for a closer look. “The wings are the prettiest shade of blue, and I love the purple designs in the wings. I’ve never seen anything like it, have you?”
Rain stiffened for a millisecond. “Yes, a blue and purple butterfly flew into my room yesterday. It was painfully beautiful. Lukah did a good job capturing my description of it.”
“Who is Lukah? And did this butterfly have a heart-shaped body with”—Branda leaned closer and looked hard at the tattoo—“peace sign antennae?”
Rain rolled her eyes. “Lukah is the tattoo artist. And no, the butterfly didn’t have a heart body or peace-sign antennae.”
“Don’t make me pull teeth. Lukah did a wonderful job incorporating the wings, heart, and peace sign. From a distance a person couldn’t tell it’s anything other than a beautiful butterfly. The colors are telling me something. Blue and purple wings, a red heart brushed with purple edges, the interesting antennae are blue. The black outlining the whole thing pulls it all together. Dark colors with a small amount of lighter colors. Tell me what it means. Don’t lie. I know you, remember?” Branda looked determined to ferret out the truth.
Rain grimaced. “It reminds me not to have any more flings. That peace can be a lie that bruises your soul, and that your stupid heart can fly away to live with a married man.”
Concern clouded Branda’s eyes. “What happened? Did that Trent guy do something to you? Is he the married man your heart fell for?”
Tears threatened to spill from Rain’s eyes. “I’m so stupid. I didn’t ask him if he was married before I jumped him in the elevator. He acted like a gentlemen. He was so funny and so hot. It felt really great being around him. I had such a good time with him. I melted like a snowball in hell for him. He’s probably in bed with some other fool right now.”
Branda wrapped her arms comfortingly around Rain. “I’m so sorry, honey. I wanted you to have a great time while you were here, and now this happened. Do you want me to have Troy and Trey look into it? They’ll beat him up for you.”
“No. I don’t want them to know I’m so stupid.”
“You are not stupid. You just got caught up in the wonder of being in another country. Lovers come here all the time. It’s not surprising that a few men here take advantage of women visiting the country. It’s not right, though. I wish I could go back in time and save you this heartache.” Branda squeezed Rain one more time then stepped back and headed for the hotel phone.
Rain had to smile when Branda ordered them some dessert.
In minutes they were eating, and Rain had to admit she felt better. Her heart was still gone, but she could live without it, right? Damn straight, she could. Rain Ramsey could handle anything.
* * * *
At the sight of Trent walking into the room designated for the rehearsal dinner, Rain Ramsey crumpled in a dead faint.
Hearing muffled voices, Rain floated back to reality. Branda and Sienna, her other best friend, were leaning over her with worried expressions. Glancing to the side, she realized she was laid out on the floor. “Why am I on the floor?”
“That’s what we want to know.
One minute you were fine. The next you were dropping to the floor. Good thing Gaven was standing close enough to catch you and ease you down to the floor. He went to get a doctor that’s staying here. How do you feel?”
“I feel fine, I think. Help me get up.” Rain held out her hand.
Sienna took it, but didn’t help her up. “Gaven said to keep you down until he came back with the doctor.”
Rain’s mind raced. Something was wrong. She never fainted. What could have caused it? One of Branda’s men knelt down beside her. “Hey, how are you feeling? Gaven and Trent will be back in just a second with a doctor. Okay?”
Memory flared like a raging bull. “Trent. That snake.” Pushing herself to a sitting position, she looked around. “How many Trents are invited to this wedding?”
Branda leaned in. “Only one. Why?”
“Is he married?”
Horror slashed across Branda’s face. “No. Your Trent can’t be our Trent. Our Trent is not married, and he is super nice. There has to be a mistake.”
“I need to get up.” Rain started pushing herself up, and Trey grabbed hold of her arm and helped her up. Guiding her to a chair near a table, he helped her sit. Sienna brought her a glass of water.
Taking a sip of her water, Rain decided her Trent couldn’t be Branda’s soon-to-be brother-in-law. She was just probably seeing her Trent in other men because she had fallen so hard for him.
A commotion at the door drew her attention. Her eyes widened then narrowed. Her Trent just walked in with Gaven and another man.
To her satisfaction Trent stopped dead in his tracks when he got a good look at her. Not able to hold his gaze, she looked at her hands instead. He was at the hotel because he was part owner of it and two others as well. His family also owned two bookstores. One of which Branda had met Troy at.
Could this get any worse? Pretty soon all of her friends were going to know she’d fallen for him like a dim-witted fool.